Love beyond the mask ( Whitney )
Chapter 995

"Seriously! I've been separated from her since I was a kid. It took me everything to get here, and crashing into your car wasn't part of the plan, I swear. I'm sorry. Can you let me go, please?" Erik peered into her eyes, noticing the fragile and fearful look in them, appearing genuinely distressed.

She didn't know the CEO was her mother and was still on the hunt?

If she had any clue, she'd have zeroed in on her target by now, and certainly wouldn't be in such a hurry to get away, right?

Seemed like a timid woman, terrified of stirring up trouble?

His eyebrows raised slightly, his voice probing, "What's your mother's name?"

Florence eyed him warily, "Why should I tell you? I don't even know who you are."

"My name's Erik, just an average Joe at the company." He observed her keenly.

"My mother's name is Parisa, but you probably don't know her." Florence gave a fleeting smile and turned to leave, "You saw there were people after me. I can't risk being spotted here, please let me go find my mom." Her demeanor was fraught with unease, causing Erik to frown, "Leave your contact info at least! You might still owe me for the damage."

The woman quickly scribbled down a number for him, then headed downstairs to leave.

With the number in hand, Erik didn't follow her. Instead, he went upstairs, pausing thoughtfully before entering the room she had been in. By the bedside, his searching gaze found two strands of long hair. Squinting, he thought of the CEO and picked up the hair.

Dialing a number, he said, "CEO, the girl has left. She didn't seem to recognize you, nor did she intentionally come to meet you with any ill intentions.

However, she did mention she came to Germinia looking for her mom."

"What?" Parisa paused.

"I found some hair by her bed. Should we get it tested?" Erik suggested.

Parisa's heart tightened. If the girl had intentionally come to get close, why leave, bypassing such an opportunity?

Since she was looking for her mother...

Parisa's heart sank, "Do it."

Truth will out.

-

Meanwhile, Florence, after her act in front of Erik, weakly left the hospital and discreetly entered a car driven by a maid.

Waiting in the car for five minutes, she received a call.

The voice of the maid disguised as a patient came through, "Ms. Sheldon, that mixed-race guy did spend a moment in your room, leaving with a small sealed bag." Florence felt a weight lift off her chest, a victorious smile creeping onto her face.

"Be careful. Change your clothes and headgear before you come down!"

Everything was proceeding according to her meticulous plan, the car accident and the subsequent escape were all orchestrated to lower Parisa's guard. Pretending not to know Parisa, she played the role of a confused daughter searching for her mother.

That man, Erik, would surely be suspicious of her origins.

What was left was to wait.

A cold smile played on her lips, making her ignore the sharp pain in her belly.

Click-

The middle-aged maid quietly slipped out, opening the car door to see a gaunt Florence lurking in the shadows.

The smell of blood was strong, and upon seeing the large red stain behind Florence, the maid trembled, her heart aching for the child, "Ms. Sheldon, why are you discharged already? Is the baby still alive?"

"Who cares! The doctor said it could be born prematurely. Damn, why didn't it just die in the crash, such a nuisance." Florence muttered coldly.

It was Bryce who wanted this child as leverage over Ludwik.

But that didn't mean she wanted it; carrying this thing was nothing but trouble!

Yet, today, using this unborn child to stage a tragic accident was the only way to get close to Parisa.

"Ah!" A piercing abdominal pain struck, Florence cursed, touching her belly, "I need to keep up appearances now, of course, I can't stay in the hospital. Hurry back to the hotel and pack, we'll be living under a bridge for the next few days." "What? Ms. Sheldon, that's too harsh, not good for you or the baby!" The maid couldn't bear the thought of the child dying inside, after all, it was the heiress's flesh and blood...

"You don't understand! In less than three days, I'll turn the tables." Florence was secretly pleased, but her eyes narrowed, "Check with Bryce, has Ludwik entered Germinia yet? Can't let him find me at this critical moment. Throw him off our scent!" If Ludwik showed up and discovered Parisa's existence, all her and Bryce's schemes would be in vain.

Absolutely not allowed!

-

After tracing Florence's escape to Germinia using a fake passport from Francalia airport, Ludwik and his team swiftly entered Germinia.

He wondered: Of all the countries in Eurovoria, why choose Germinia?

Was this Bryce's idea? So, what was their motive for coming here?

Did Germinia hold someone they were searching for?

His deep-set eyes were sharp as blades, knowing that finding Florence would uncover the truth.

His mind, however, was more concerned about the unborn child.

That morning's intense premonition at the airport felt like a bad omen; he feared something might happen to the baby. Knowing Florence's ruthless nature, there was no telling what she might do to the child.

Arriving at Germinia's central airport, the trail of the passport ended there!

His assistant came out from the airport's data center, reporting, "Mr. Lippert, after my investigation, the pregnant woman with the Asian fake passport didn't take any other flights from here. She must have left the airport directly." Ludwik's brow furrowed deeply.

The central airport was Germinia's transportation hub, with connections to every state and city in the country.

Where exactly Florence went was anyone's guess!

His lips pressed into a thin line, "Use your contacts. Check the surveillance from the day she landed, dig deep if you must, but find out which car she took!"

The assistant immediately contacted friends in the airport management to start the search.

Ludwik stood with an imposing presence in the middle of the VIP lounge, his slender fingers delicately pinching a photo from a fake passport that Florence had used. His icy gaze swept over the woman's face in the photograph, which looked increasingly like Whitney. It was evident that Florence had undergone subtle cosmetic tweaks to resemble Whitney more closely.

Her arrival in Germinia, what was her ulterior motive?

Ludwik felt more convinced that there was a dark secret lurking behind all this.

His jaw tensed as he stood there, when suddenly, a blond-haired, blue-eyed janitor approached him, glancing at the photo in his hand and asked in German, "Are you looking for someone?"

Ludwik met his gaze and remained silent.

The janitor, frowning, pressed on, "Are you looking for the Asian girl in the photo?"

"Do you know her?" Ludwik responded, his German fluent and clear.